This was something the two of them had spent eighteen years plotting before they finally succeeded.
Old Ghost Shuang had always been extraordinarily cautious. He never drank tea or discussed the Dao with outsiders. Had they not used the occasion of congratulating him on his imminent grandchild to approach him—
with his spirits soaring, he had finally let down his guard. Otherwise, who knew how long they would have had to wait to poison him.
"I don't know them."
Li Yan clasped his hands within his wide sleeves, his expression revealing nothing of what he was thinking.
Hearing such a frank answer, the cultivator surnamed Ma and the tall, thin cultivator in the blue robe could not help but feel delighted.
"Since Fellow Daoist does not know them, then what is the meaning of this..."
Before the cultivator surnamed Ma could finish, the gray-robed old man suddenly interrupted him.
He was likewise vastly experienced. Though he still did not understand the intentions of this suddenly appearing man—
he had heard from his very first words that he seemed displeased by the two men attacking someone heavy with child. This was a perfect opportunity.
If he did not seize it now, when would he?
Even if both he and his son perished here, perhaps his Lineage's bloodline could survive through this chance.
"Fellow Daoist, for cultivators to slaughter women and children is an unforgivable crime among the ten evils. Moreover, there is an infant within her womb. I beg Fellow Daoist to help preserve mother and child. Everything on Shuang's person may be taken by Fellow Daoist. Even if I must knot grass and carry rings in my beak in the next life, I will repay this kindness...!"
Yet before he could finish, Li Yan coldly cut him off.
"Knot grass